Gel

There are different shadows in his home - calmer ones, more seductive, more charming. I feel them flitting by when he and I sleep, lulling me in his candlelit chamber - they feel like him, the same drawn breath - the flickering touch - when I lay against him, my body melts...I taste the current that delineates his being.

My eyelids dissolve into gleaming probes, it feels as if I am able to at last see what the Night gets off bringing. The way a cat contorts, I do in his hands...

I am gel.